Hold Tight |Jason McCann|

Chapter 25

| Jason |

I sat at the desk, briefly closing my eyes for the first time in what felt like the longest night of my life as the hours dragged and dawn was near. To my surprise, the few seconds of silence and peace came to an end as my door slammed open. My eyes flew open to see the boys all rushing in, Ryan, who stepped forward, held his phone in his hand and looked to be in the most shock for some reason.

"What's going on?" I asked, frowning as I rubbed my forehead with my fingers, feeling a headache appear at my temples.

"One of the boys who work computers came to us with a anonymous email he had received and it was a link to a live broadcast kinda webcam shit," Ryan paused as he walked over to me,

"Have you spoken to Savanna recently?" He asked making me look at him with confusion squinting my eyes at him. "Like two hours ago, why? She's probably sleeping by now" once I said that, they all looked at one another before Brandon nodded over at Ryan who passed me his phone.

I took it off him, looking down at him feeling angered by how they just stared at me.

Once my eyes landed on the screen, it was then when I had realised what all of the commotion was about.

The screen plastered a dark room, it was a recording and in the middle of the darkened room was a figure, hands above the head in almost a hanging position, the kinda position made for torture and trust me, I knew all about it. But out of it all was a figure only I could recognise straight away.

Savanna.

Thinking this was some sick joke, I pressed play on the recording which although it said LIVE in the top corner, clearly wasn't live now that I could pause and play it at any time. As the recording began, it showed Savanna. She was dressed only in the shirt I had given her to sleep in because I knew how much she liked sleeping in one of my shirts and the fact that I wasn't going to be with her, made it more appropriate for her to be in it. But not here. Her body was almost hung, her feet just about touched the floor as her hands seemed to be cuffed and hooked through a pipe, it was too dark to see her surroundings but it definitely had to be an old building as there was nothing but darkness. My heart began picking up its speed, my eyes darkened and soon enough, I could imagine my jaw clenching just by the sight. The video continued showing a man walking in who was completely masked, masked too familiar however.

He held what looked like a pole in front of her face and then he approached the camera. It was too hard to see as the quality wasn't too good but I could only imagine the fear she must be going through at this given moment as he lit up the pole.

I could see the heat radiating from the metal and next thing I knew, he had rolled up her shirt with his nasty fucking hands, before I heard her scream in pain once he removed the gag from her mouth.

He was burning her with the pole and purposely letting her scream just so I could hear.

She cried for help, sobbing as he laughed in the back through the mask and eventually letting go. He covered her mouth with the gag once again and soon disappeared out of the room.

I paused the video, throwing the phone on to the glass desk ahead of me before jumping up, letting the chair fall to the ground behind me.

"That mask... you know who's organisation that belongs to right?" Za spoke up as I briefly closed my eyes, my head pounding heavier than ever as I imagined her poor, terrified face in my head.

"Your dad-"

"He's no fucking father to me... when was his video sent in?" I asked.

"Just now, it's meant to be live but whoever sent it did a shit job at connecting it live to us. But a couple of seconds later she gets out of the room, she finds a way out and after that, the video cuts off" Kyle explained as I grabbed my suit jacket, throwing it on.

"Where are you going?" Ryan asked as I left the room.

"Search every single vacant warehouse in Toronto, fuck that, the whole of fucking Canada. If it's recent those motherfuckers can't have gotten out of the country so fast. I'm going back to your apartment to see if she left anything behind" I told him turning around and once I opened the door, I was met with Damien.

He looked at me with panic in his eyes.

"Please tell me you know where she is?" He asked almost instantly.

I frowned, how the fuck did he know she was missing?

I think he read my face because he turned his phone to show me his screen which was showing a picture. It was a picture of Savanna, she was vulnerable, only wearing her undergarments, laying helplessly on the floor.

"Where the fuck did you-" He cut me off.

"Cole... Cole has taken her, he's a part of it that's for sure and I know this for a fact because... I helped him fuck up your house"

I didn't know I could feel anymore anger than I already did tonight but this beat it. My heart raced and my eyes darkened, I could just feel it. "You did what?" Ryan asked as Damien walked in to the room, closing the door behind him.

"I was pissed at Jason for what he did, and Cole was ready to do something about it. He said we were only gonna fuck up your place a little but when I showed up he had a whole group of bitches there. I did it anyway and we left, I didn't think he was gonna do this shit!"

The more he spoke the more I wanted to fucking kill him.

I didn't think, I was quick to grab him by his collar and grip on to him, "What the fuck is wrong with you huh? You ain't got no fucking brain up in there?" I felt arms grab me off of him making me let go as he tried to regain his breath.

"I didn't know they were going to take Savanna! I would never have done this to my sister" He spoke, his voice quietening towards the end.

"Get the fuck outta my sight before I fuck you up"

"I can't just leave without knowing where my little sister is, just let me help" he responded. "Don't you think you done enough?" Brandon asked him as he fell silent.

"What you're gonna do is find your bitch boy Cole, now." I spoke up after taking a few seconds to think rationally.

"I've tried, he ain't even at his house"

Fuck.

"You're gonna go downstairs and meet with Anthony, you're gonna tell him all about the bitches you fucked up my place with, every single detail. And then you're gonna get the fuck away from here, I ain't having you around when I can't fucking trust you" I ended. Instantly, his eyes showed worry.

"Are you forgetting this is MY sister-"

"Did you remember she was your sister when you fucking up the place SHE lives in? Did you remember she was your sister when you fucked with Cole knowing full well he was fucking with her?" I stood close to him, glaring in to his eyes as he looked at me with sadness.

"I'm sorry... we'll get her back" He said making me scoff.

"Get the fuck out of here."

The fact that men who she didn't even know off had seen her in her most innocent and vulnerable state, in the state that only I was capable of seeing and only she was comfortable with me seeing and being able to cherish and love it rather than exploit it, it hurt me so fucking much to the point where I only saw red. Her arm had been bruised which meant she had been drugged up with some shit to keep quiet or to have less commotion when taking the picture because I knew there was no fucking way she'd take her clothes off without a fight.

I thought of her, and the fear she must have felt when waking up in such a place. She had never been exposed to a life like this and for this to now happen to her when she least expected it fucking killed me because I wasn't there for her. If I had just fucking stayed there overnight instead of hiring two fucking guards I knew shit about and fucking trusted, this would never have happened.

And never did I think her bitch of a brother would her again put her life in danger.

But she was, and now I had to do everything in my power to have her back with me, where she was safe.

Everything.